Thriller Night Talk

"It was hard work tonight."

Bei Quan came out of the studio, reached out and patted Wei Fuyuan's shoulder, "You can go back and rest."

"This should be okay?"

Wei Fuyuan was a little stunned:

"Our program, I mean, this "Thriller Night Talk", just let someone call in, listen to him make up a story and it's over?"

He thought it would be too easy to do this show, right?

It seems that there is no need to collect materials or anything, and there is no need for him as an assistant at all!

Beiquan is 180cm tall, but he is still five centimeters shorter than Wei Fuyuan, who is even taller.

He scanned Wei Fuyuan's face with his maroon pupils, his expression serious and serious.

Wei Fuyuan felt a little guilty for no reason.

——No, I didn’t say anything wrong, did I?

Beiquan: "Do you think that person just made up a story?"

Wei Fuyuan almost asked back, "What else?" Fortunately, his not-so-sufficient EQ still allowed him to hold the respect he should have for his boss. He stopped the car in time before he said the wrong thing, and changed it to He felt very tactful:

"I think it's a qualified urban legend to sort it out."

Beiquan smiled noncommittally.

"alright."

He brushed past Wei Fuyuan, and even straightened Wei Fuyuan's collar.

"Sleep well tonight, we have to go out tomorrow."

Young Master Wei looked at Beiquan's back and gave a blank "hmm", feeling even more confused.

It was almost one o'clock in the morning after Wei Fuyuan washed up.

Before returning to the storage room, he went downstairs with the cup, intending to go to the kitchen on the first floor to get some water.

Master Wei didn't bother to turn on the light, so he went downstairs in the dark by the dim light of a small night light beside the corridor.

When he was about to reach the stairs, he suddenly heard someone talking.

He hurriedly took a step back, shrunk his tall figure, and hid behind the handrail of the stairs.

"...I think you are really stupid!"

Said a young female voice.

Wei Fuyuan poked out half of his head cautiously from the stairs, and looked towards the source of the sound.

Sure enough, there were two figures, one tall and one short, standing at the door of the kitchen, they were Zhu Ling and Bei Quan.

Lonely men and widows are alone late at night, which is really ambiguous.

Young Master Wei felt a little pantothenic in his heart.

And he clearly remembered that there was no spare vacant room for Zhu Ling to live in, but a girl hadn't left until this point, so she was going to sleep in Beiquan's room tonight?

"well enough?"

Beiquan smiled and replied:

"I think Xiao Wei is pretty good."

Suddenly realizing that they were talking about him, Wei Fuyuan immediately pricked up his ears.

"That's weird!"

Without even thinking about it, Zhu Ling turned back.

"What can he do as a layman? When he encounters hatred, he will be paralyzed from fright on the spot, right?"

Wei Fuyuan was so angry that he almost couldn't help but rushed up and grabbed Zhu Ling by the collar and yelled, no matter who "Hui" is, why am I paralyzed by fright when I see a woman? !

"Isn't it?"

Beiquan smiled, "I think he has a good mental quality, and his skills should be pretty good too."

Hearing Beiquan praise him, Wei Fuyuan felt a little more at ease.

"And, you know..."

Bei Quan continued to persuade Zhu Ling.

"I picked him because he could find this place."

He abruptly put an accent on the word "find".

"It's also fate, isn't it?"

Wei Fuyuan felt a little guilty again.

He didn't come to "Santuchuan" specially to apply for the job at that time, but he just got lost and got this part-time job by accident.

"But he's an outsider! This kind of thing shouldn't allow outsiders to get involved!"

Zhu Ling's voice raised slightly:

"According to me, we should send him away now!"

"It's only a few months. Next month, my new partner should come."

Beiquan said with a smile:

"Besides, isn't there still you?"

The light was too dark, and there was some distance from the stairs to the kitchen. Wei Fuyuan couldn't see Beiquan's expression clearly, but his tone seemed to be smiling.

"I'm confident this time, it will go well."

He smiled and said:

"However, I have to trouble you to collect information."

Zhu Ling snorted, wondering if Bei Quan convinced him.

But she didn't continue to entangle Wei Fuyuan's going or staying.

"Anyway, when was it not me who collected the information?"

The girl left a rhetorical question, turned around and left the kitchen, and entered Beiquan's study.

Wei Fuyuan: "???"

The amount of information in the conversation between the two just now was too much, and the young master was almost confused.

——This is obviously just a low-level broadcasting company, so why do you have to work as a part-time detective?

——Is that woman named "Hui" difficult to deal with?Why do they all look like they are facing an enemy?

——And he turned out to be just a spare tire tool before Beiquan's new partner came?So, does he have to be fired after a month?

Thinking that his first job might not even pass the three-month internship period, the arrogant Young Master Wei couldn't bear it.

Because he was so angry and his mind was so confused, he didn't even notice how weird it seemed that Zhu Ling planned to spend the night in the study with only one desk.

But at this time, Wei Fuyuan was no longer allowed to think too much.

Beiquan came out of the kitchen, carrying a small half bag of bread in his hand, and walked straight towards the stairs.

——I can't let the boss find out that I'm eavesdropping!

Wei Fuyuan hurriedly lowered his body, ran up the stairs lightly, and got into his storage room.

&&&&&&&&&

On April 4, Friday, Wei Fuyuan arrived at the school at ten o'clock, attended the last two classes of the day, then went to the dining hall to have a quick lunch, and then returned to the "Santuchuan" broadcasting company.

When he walked into the dilapidated small red brick building, the first person he saw was a three-year-old fat baby named Tian Jia.

And such a little guy who is less than ten centimeters taller than the dining table is actually sitting in front of the coffee table, making Kung Fu tea with a set of purple sand tea sets in a serious manner.

Wei Fuyuan took a deep breath, feeling a little hallucinatory.

"Hey, Xiaowei, are you here?"

Tian Jiaxin didn't think there was anything wrong with calling a 1.8-meter-seven handsome guy "Xiao Wei" at his age.

When he spoke, he was holding a boiling kettle, calmly and skillfully bathing the tea set.

"Both Beiquan and Zhuling are in the study, you can go in directly."

Wei Fuyuan nodded in a daze, turned around and entered the study.

Beiquan sat behind the desk, while Zhu Ling did not sit on another chair, but stood beside Beiquan, bending over and talking.

Young Master Wei frowned, thinking "they are probably a couple" flashed in his heart.

Indeed, if they hadn't been with them for a whole week, anyone would have thought they were a family of three when they suddenly saw the configuration of the young man and woman plus a baby in "Santuchuan".

"Hey, Xiao Wei, you are here."

Beiquan heard the sound of the door opening, raised his head and smiled at Wei Fuyuan, "Come, sit next to me."

He pointed to another chair.

Zhu Ling didn't say anything, just gave Wei Fuyuan a look, and left the study straight away.

Young master Wei was happy that this unsightly woman was not around.

After Zhu Ling went out, he moved the chair, and sat next to Beiquan carelessly.

"What are you doing?"

Wei Fuyuan saw a lot of newspapers piled up on the table, so he asked:

"Is there anything I can do to help?"

"Come on, let's take a look at these first."

Beiquan smiled, spread out several newspapers one by one, and placed them in front of Wei Fuyuan.

Wei Fuyuan: "?"

He picked up the first newspaper and looked at the headline and time.

This is a local daily newspaper. In today's declining print media, there are only a few big newspapers that can support it.

As for the date of the newspaper, it was January 1, about two and a half months ago.

Wei Fuyuan looked down again, and saw a page the size of a block of tofu was circled with a red pen.

"...Last night, a man broke into a certain construction site after being drunk...was hit by a collapsed steel bar and died unfortunately?"

He quickly read the content in the red circle, and then looked at Beiquan blankly.

"Look at this again."

Beiquan then handed out another page.

Wei Fuyuan took it and found that it was a printed police report with white letters on a blue background.

The date was also January 1 last year, and it was still talking about the accident in which the man was smashed to death by building materials after he accidentally entered the construction site the night before.

It's just that this police report is more detailed than the news in the newspaper, and Wei Fuyuan quickly read it at a glance.

It turned out that it was a middle-aged man named Wu Mouping, who slipped into a suspended construction site after being drunk, and climbed the pile of building materials without authorization, and finally fell down accidentally, and was crushed by dozens of tons of steel bars , died on the spot.

It's a completely unrequited story.

"This is the first one."

Beiquan smiled, took a pen and wrote a line on a piece of white paper:

"January 1, Wu Mouping, male, 30 years old, cause of death: being crushed to death by a heavy object."

Wei Fuyuan noticed that Beiquan used a beautiful gold pen.His handwriting is very beautiful, with well-defined muscles and bones, which is much better than his own cursive handwriting that looks like a dog crawling.

"Now for the second one."

Said, Beiquan handed another newspaper to Wei Fuyuan.

The date this time is February 2, just like the day before New Year's Eve.

But the above content is still not good news.

According to reports, the night before, on February 2, a 9-year-old man surnamed Liu in the suburbs went out late at night.

"Oh."

Wei Fuyuan slapped his forehead.

He didn't notice it when he read the first article, but the death method of being scalded to death by boiling water is so recognizable, it reminded him of the strange story told in the hotline in the early morning.

"This is the accident that Mr. A mentioned? It turned out to be true!"

It was only after carefully reading the report that Master Wei realized that this accident was even weirder than he had imagined.

According to the pictures captured by the anti-theft cameras installed in nearby shops, when the deceased surnamed Liu passed the road section in the middle of the night, something fell from his body and it happened to fall into the inspection well.

The lost property seemed to be very important to Liu. After trying hard for a long time on the manhole cover, he moved the manhole cover with his own hands, and then leaned over the edge of the well to reach for it.

Then he lost his balance and fell headfirst into the inspection well full of boiling water, scalding himself alive.

The author has something to say: Don't hate Zhu Ling, she is just a knife-mouthed bean curd, and she is just worried that ordinary people will be implicated~

And she has no personal relationship with Beiquan, she is not even human~